Love imagines herself alone
The first responder to serendipity
A situation made for two
Where the one escapes in a blaze –
As large as one relates to the sun
And as primitive as executioner
Of my solemn identity
Love imagines herself alone
Yet neither you or I did tell her
Our secret is thus secure
As a cosmic affair of startling rounds
Sailing silently, who is pilot?
Ashore at last, where are the hybrids?
Love imagines herself alone
Who shall wrinkle in the harbor
Or twinkle worn to weddings of the year
Find safety in numbers, two,
To take us to lands stripped of uncertainty.
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